When Faces Pale Before Me Rise: Another Poem

Another poem from a good while back.

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When Faces Pale Before Me Rise
 
When faces pale before me rise,
            To shine in dreams, in night and day,
When lovers, mother, wife, and friends,
            Stand resurrect in sweet array,
It’s then I long to join those dead
            And lay me down beneath the stones;
It’s then I dream my Green Hill grave,
            That quiet place, my earthen home.
 
When dead, I will not seek to rise
            Like them, those ghosts who rise in me;
I will not ask to visit you,
            For heart to beat or eye to see.
But if I dream before I wake,
            If I in dream should you dream too--
Remember me and bless this shade
            Who rose from love to be with you.